This past year
had a lot of bull-shit and bad weather,
So I slept past noon most days
and forgot about my GPA.
My friends and I were ghosts
haunting downtown
and late-night diners.
I read a lot of Ginsburg
and watched a lot of Garden State.
The local Hardee’s burnt down,
and there’s a metaphor there, I think.
I found a bouquet at my doorstep.
There’s a metaphor there, I think.
I’m not really sure what I think anymore.